[Chorus: BeTheGun]
The beeper is in pieces and the phone is off the hook
But the message is loud and clear
The beeper is in pieces and the phone is off the hook
But the message is loud and clear
[Verse 1: Lee Scott]
I'm in pole position, chillin' cos I know I'm winnin'
This isn't rap, this is autistic vocal stimmin'
Listen, Homer Simpson but with stoic wisdom
Diss an' get publically owned like socialism
Fuck your party, I'm apolitical
I'd rather drink on me bill in the basement, miserable
But I'm in your face blitzed
And you still can't see me like Man U players in grey kits
[Verse 2: King Grubb]
Fuck sobriety, pushing white and b in the priory
Don't admire me, I'm a boss so you can't fire me
I like my women how I like my ginger beer, fiery
Simply selling this shit is considered simony
Simple simon says 'that bullshit won't fly with me'
Everyday is christmas so I light a tree
My mind's eye's asleep cos I been getting high all week
You got the sauce but I'm different gravy entirely
[Verse 3: Black Josh]
Machete swinger, a heavy drinker
I popped a pinger, my comedown Ben & Jerry's watching Jerry Springer
Never gave a thought towards what I was getting into
Not a thinker, tried to cook the liquid ket inside the Ninja
Big dog straight out the ken to the Barbie house
Far from how I started out, barring out
Turn my music up when you can’t be loud
Barbiturates can’t calm me down
Finessed you, ya camp knew… Barca’s ground
[Verse 4: BeTheGun]
The beeper's buzzing, the phone is ringing
There's a subtle interference on the line so don't say nothing
That van across the street has got no business in a place like this
I don't like it, I don't like it one bit
The secret weapon is to keep 'em guessin'
So that long after they've gone home they're still discussing
The thing they witnessed, or thought they witnessed
But couldn't but their finger's on
The curtain twitches, blink, I'm gone
[Verse 5: Tony Broke]
I crack my bottle open with a machete
Tony Broke, trying to teach the kids on the ezzy
It's heavy, from the 15 to the L8
Don't get your head slammed in hell's gate
Now Satan's your cell mate
We're not well mate, I prefer my pupils to die late than too early
From the North End to Kirkby, stay wary
Of double agent traitors and nay sayers
It's cold on the city streets, in the sun, wearing eight layers
[Verse 6: Salar]
Screwing the system in superposition
Cult of The Damned; 21st Century ruling religion
Who could envision this?
They asked me to tone it down
But I consider "fuck you" a euphemism
Love me or hate me, I'm God
My fans love me a lot
And hater's mouths are quantum-locked to the jock
A nice guy but flip like Bronson, Chopper or Brock
Sink a full-court shot with a millisecond on the clock
[Verse 7: Sly Moon]
Royal Slyness, I got 10 quid in my pocket on the flight to Cyprus
Choppin lines with my driving license
Mind preoccupied with violence
Sniper at the poker table with my rifle silenced
I’ll leave you a permanent sleeper, collectin Souls like the reaper Then vanishing from the scene in a cloud of smoke from my refer
Soul reader, I CTRL+ALT delete ya' with the heat seeker
Face stoic like a beef eater
[Verse 8: Bill Shakes]
Lardy dardy, one man barmy army
Down Ewood, shoutin' like I'm Party Arty
Mardy argy bargy
Knock your lights out like a retarded sparky
Charged at the derby, Blackburn Marcus Garvey on charlie
Bill will build it in a tsunami
Wax on take your wax off you like Mr Miyagi
[Verse 9: Sleazy F Baby]
The spectacular, money hidden in Panama
Slide tackle ya', while they tryna run after ya'
Blah Records the label, we like the mafia
You’d have better chance playing Lisa Maffia
Backflipped out the room, slid down the bannister
Shotgun the same size Tyrion Lannister
Outside your door like a Christmas caroller
Turn London to Ayia Napa and Manny to Malia
[Verse 10: Sniff]
Yo, I call the shots can't afford to stop
Three gram of danks for a forty spot
Call the ops, like what?
Think you're the shit? Of course you're not
Point a forty Glock to your head top
But I'm not in the state shotting red tops
I'm on the estate cropping Cali strains, sipping Alize
You're peoples might catch a stray
[Chorus: BeTheGun]
The beeper is in pieces and the phone is off the hook
But the message is loud and clear
The beeper is in pieces and the phone is off the hook
But the message is loud and clear
The beeper is in pieces and the phone is off the hook
But the message is loud and clear
The beeper is in pieces and the phone is off the hook
But the message is loud and clear
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